![]() ![]() From these waters, called Nun, there emerged a mound of land. “In the beginning, the earth was filled with watery emptiness, without shape. ![]() a pink tide was emerged from the blood dimmed tide…… their Rajo guna, …the energy was manifested in lotus flowers. Whenever the Zamorin takes his stand on the terrace, assumes the sword and shakes it, men rush forth from the crowd on the west temple gate only to be impaled on the spears of the guardsmen who relieve each other from day to day.” This War Despatch with deadly climax was scribbled by Logan during the 1683 Mamankam festival.e,years passed…centuries elapsed…the Manikkinar…the Nilapaduthara.stood by the ravages of time…They were renovated…but what about the blood drenched yearnings of young suicide squads who were plucked away in the dawn of life? their dreams reincarnated into pink lotuses ,their unfulfilled dreams were enmassed into lotus buds. But notwithstanding the suppleness of their limbs, notwithstanding their delight and skill and dexterity in weapons, the result is inevitable, and is prosaically recorded in the chronicle thus: The number of Chavers who came and died in the early morning the next day after the elephant began to be adorned with gold trappings – At various times during the ten last days of the festival the same thing is repeated. ![]() They have just partaken of the last meal they are to eat on earth at the house of the temple representative of their chieftain they are decked with garlands and smeared with ashes. Armed with swords and targets alone they rush at the spearmen thronging the palisades they wind and turn their bodies, as if they had no bones, casting them forward and backward, high and low, even to the astonishment of the beholders, as worthy Master Johnson describes them in a passage already quoted. “Amid much din and firing of guns the Morituri, the Chaver Nayars, the elect of four Nayar houses in Waluvanad, step forth from the crowd and receive the last blessings and farewells of their friends and relatives. ![]()
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